Date: Fri, 26 May 2023 00:59:54 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Tommy and Uncle Tate: The Tighty Whities Twins (Part 1) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Always practice safe sex. Please do not read if you are under the legal age in your country or region. --- Chapter 1 My name is Thomas, but everyone calls me Tommy. I'm 20 years old and currently in college. I ended up choosing my school based on its location, which is close to where my Uncle Tate lives. Uncle Tate is really special. He's my dad's older brother and has been around pretty consistently my whole life. In fact, he kind of stepped in a lot as a father figure to me as both of my parents were so busy working when I was growing up. He never got married or had kids, so I think he kind of looked to me as a son of sorts. As I've grown up, our relationship has stayed pretty strong. He's always getting me awesome birthday gifts and surprising me with tickets to concerts, in addition to being there whenever I need him. So, it wasn't a huge surprise when Uncle Tate called me the other week to ask what I was doing for my birthday weekend. "I'm the oldest one of my friends," I complained, "So the only plans they have for my birthday are when I can do the first beer run for them." Uncle Tate laughed on the other end of the line, his husky voice breaking through eventually. "That's kind of what I figured, which is why I wanted to surprise you with a long weekend away. Just the two of us." "That's awesome, Uncle Tate! Where to?" "Just to the beach. The flight's quick and cheap, so I figured we could leave Thursday afternoon and get home by Sunday. I found a hotel right by the boardwalk that's pretty decent for the price, as long as you don't mind sharing a room with your old uncle." "Not at all," I replied automatically, knowing better than to have any hesitation about a free trip. "I'm off Friday so that would be perfect." "Awesome, I'll get everything booked and I'll see you Friday, birthday boy." He said, quickly adding, "Make sure to bring your bathing suit!" "I will! Thank you so much, Uncle Tate." I hung up the phone and realized my heart was racing. I couldn't quite figure out why. Uncle Tate and I had shared a room before. Christ, we'd slept in the same bed plenty of times when I was a kid and there was nothing weird about that. But times had changed. It dawned on me I hadn't even had my shirt off in front of him since he last took me to his country club's pool, back when I was 13 or 14. Now, we'd be in close quarters, sharing a bathroom, probably seeing each other change into a bathing suit or pajamas. Something about that made me feel weird, and I didn't quite know why. I changed in the locker room at the gym on campus, chatting with buddies or just trying to get in and out to the floor as quickly as possible. It was totally normal--just getting ready to work out. But something about being in a state of undress in front of Uncle Tate or him stripping down in front of me made me feel uneasy. My thoughts raced as I considered the possibilities for the trip. What about when we went to the beach or to the pool? I couldn't remember what Uncle Tate looked like with his shirt off and now I was imagining my Uncle Tate shirtless. How hairy were his chest and stomach? I couldn't see him being one to shave, like some of the guys I'd seen around the gym, but maybe he kept things trim? Or maybe he was bushy and burly from his neck down to his navel. What would happen when we got ready for bed? I usually just slept in my boxers, but would that be weird in the same room as my uncle? I figured I should pack some pajama pants just in case. Did Uncle Tate sleep in pajamas usually? Or maybe he slept naked? I stopped myself--five minutes ago, I hadn't even thought about Uncle Tate shirtless and now I was wondering if he slept in the buff. This was ridiculous. If I slept in my boxers, maybe that meant he usually slept in his boxers. That would make sense, right? Then it dawned on me: I had no idea what kind of underwear Uncle Tate wore. I hadn't ever had a reason to think about it before. Maybe he stopped wearing boxers because they bunched up on his thighs and had switched to boxer briefs. Were they the kind that were a solid color or one of the fun patterns I'd seen at the store? Or could he be a briefs guy, his hairy thighs rubbing raw against his pants all day with a cotton pouch hugging his nuts and keeping them stable. Why was I suddenly thinking about my uncle's nuts? I tried to stop myself, but I was spiraling. And I realized I had grown hard. My mind was focused on too many other things to even second-guess anything as my hand reached into my pants and wrapped itself around my cock. As I began to stroke, the thoughts kept coming. What if I were taking a shower and Uncle Tate happened to come in to brush his teeth at the exact moment I was stepping out? It would be fine for him to see me completely naked because we're just guys, right? And what if he figured that since the shower was now free and he was in the bathroom, he might as well hop in? That would be fair enough since I'd already gotten the water nice and warm. And what if, before I'd had a chance to even grab a towel, Uncle Tate had managed to pull off his shirt and slip off his shorts? Well, then now both uncle and nephew would be fully naked in front of each other. If Uncle Tate had managed to avoid taking in the sight of my body, I suddenly wasn't so sure I'd have the same willpower. And what if I looked at him, his hairy body on display, with fur twirling down over his stomach then trailing down lower and lower, narrowing before exploding into a bush of pubic hair? What if I saw Uncle Tate's penis? Would it be dangling loose over his nutsack or maybe he had more of a grower, with just a hint of pink head peeking out? It was on this thought that I suddenly realized what was happening, as my cock began to throb and I began to erupt, instantly filling my underwear with cum. As I pulled out my hand, sticky with my seed, I felt a new storm of nervousness and excitedness and even a bit of fear. What I didn't know yet is that my trip with Uncle Tate was going to change everything.